[center][h3][color=000056]Chaska[/color][/h3]Interacting with; [@CrabInATree][/center][hr]

	[i][color=DodgerBlue]"Damn root came out of nowhere...."[/color][/i]

	Came the voice of the the striking young man before him, laying on the ground along with a handful of books. Chaska had still been recovering from the nausea of his recent meditation, and as such was not particularly focused on his surroundings aside from what was immediately near him. As such, he was quite surprised to see one of his fellow classmates fall on such a blatantly obvious root. He suspected something, and vocalized it in his deep, smooth voice.

	[color=000056]"No, you ignored it. It was there plainly."[/color] 

	Kneeling down, his still damp hair clinging to the sides of his face and neck, he took hold of the nearest book. With a bit of reaching, he was able to collect all the books that had fallen and stack them neatly in a pile to his right. Staying crouched, he rested his right fist on the ground between his legs; balancing himself as he intently focused on the eyes of the [i]Wasicu[/i] before him. With a sort of sigh, he asked the fellow student a question.

	[color=000056]"What is clouding your sight?"[/color]

	This question was prompted by his imposed role as an expected councilor and elder of his tribe, it was within his cultural demand for him to be sage in a matter, a [i]Pksape-Wakicuza. [/i]As such, he felt an inclination to advise and assist in mind, spirit, and body. The greatest leadership promoted all three aspects of men.